"Owls are not what they seem"

Wednesday

I lay still
patiently waiting
for you to come back to me.
Time slowly spirals its hands
one loop at a time,
until I find myself
transfixed
by the faint murmurs
of the street.
I shut my eyes,
listening to untranslatable coos
of a pigeon,
waiting
for your voice
to wake me up
from this
loneliness.